Most critics come down in favour of the film, if not warmly. The praise clusters on the three leads, Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley above all, and on the uncertainty the pair keep alive over whether he is the man she says he is. Polanski’s handling of tension inside one confined house is the other recurring compliment; even the reviews that like the film least concede that the menace is expertly sustained.
The reservations are almost all about the writing. Several reviews find the characters turning into mouthpieces for the play’s arguments, and the moral questions put too plainly. The spread is wide: at one end the film is riveting despite the lecturing, at the other the Los Angeles Times finds it too schematic and self-important to feel rich. Three of the seven reviews could not be read in full, so the middle of the range is thinner than the counts suggest.
